A night of spring romance, dreams like paintings.
The next morning.
Ning Youwei gradually awoke, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
It had been a long time since she had woken up feeling this comfortable.
"Huh? Why is..."
Ning Youwei touched her pajama bottoms, feeling something was off.
Could she have...
What a joke!
Ning Youwei threw back the covers and saw Lu Ping beside her, her face instantly flushing red.
Although Ning Youwei had never been with a man, she could easily guess what had happened just by thinking with her toes.
As fate would have it, Lu Ping was also slowly waking up at this moment.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw Ning Youwei staring intensely at him, her cheeks burning red.
Then, Lu Ping felt something was off with himself, looked down, and immediately understood what had happened.
"This damned dream!"
Lu Ping cursed internally.
"That, it's a normal reaction, don't overthink it, okay!"
Lu Ping quickly turned away, saying somewhat awkwardly.